"Welcome home," Steve said when he heard her walk in. Natasha went straight to where he was sitting in the living room and collapsed beside him on the couch. He wrapped an arm over her shoulders and she tucked her feet up underneath her so she was pressed against his side. "How's Morgan doing?"

"Much better," Natasha replied. She shifted slightly so her legs weren't uncomfortable and threw them over Steve's lap instead. "Her fever is nearly gone and she stopped vomiting after her bath."

"That's good," Steve said, tracing light patterns on her shoulder. She nodded against his chest and closed her eyes. "Are you exhausted?" Suspicious, she opened her eyes again and looked up at him.

"Why?" she asked. Steve moved her so she was sitting on his lap facing him and let his hands travel to her bottom.

"You said I had to enjoy my day off, right?" he whispered, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to hers. He gave her butt a firm squeeze and Natasha brought her arms around his neck.

"I thought you and Sam had a good day," she smirked. Steve rolled his eyes and moved his hands under her butt. She rolled her hips forward, pressing against his member. She leaned forward and began to kiss his neck slowly. She grinned against his neck when she felt him harden and grow underneath her and continued to litter kisses along his jaw. "Is this enough to make your day?" she murmured, rolling her hips ever so slowly over his lap.

"No," he replied. She moved her lips to his mouth and kissed him deeply, continuing to move her hips all over his erection. Steve moved his hands from her butt and pulled off her shirt then his own. When he moved forward to continue kissing her, he was stopped.

"I think that was enough," Natasha said, smirking as she climbed off his lap to grab her shirt. Steve stared at her as she bent over to grab it then stood back up. "Good night," she whispered, barely brushing her lips over his in a feathery light kiss.

She didn't get very far down the hall before Steve leapt off the couch and chased after her. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Steve carried her all the way back to their bedroom, kicking the door shut then falling onto the bed. Natasha immediately flipped them over so she was on top and smirked down at him.

"If you want to do this, then I get to be in control this time," she told him. Steve immediately agreed, more focused on getting her back down to kiss him than what he was agreeing to. As it turned out, he wasn't going to get the kiss he wanted until Natasha had had her fun.

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Natasha really needed to sneeze but she knew that it would wake Steve up as soon as she did. She scrunched up her face, wiggling her nose in hopes it would keep her from sneezing. Her nose continued to tingle and she barely had time to bury her face in her pillow before she sneezed. Steve shifted beside her and she froze. He wrapped his arm around her waist tighter and pulled her closer to his chest, but he didn't wake up. Natasha grinned victoriously and curled around him, only to sneeze again. This time, Steve did wake up.

"Tasha?" he groaned, blinking to adjust to the light. He looked over her shoulder to see Natasha about to sneeze again. "What's wrong?" he asked. She rolled onto her back so she could face him and frowned.

"I think I'm getting sick," she told him. Steve's face morphed into worry as he looked her over. She was a little paler than usual and her nose was red, but that could just mean she was cold. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, it's okay," he assured her, glancing at the clock. "It's about time we get up anyway if we want to be on time for Wanda's birthday party."

"Oh right," Natasha exclaimed, suddenly remembering that was today. She threw off her covers and reached for the clothes that had been discarded the night before. She got up, not caring that she was completely naked, and threw her clothes in the laundry bin. Steve stayed in bed, trying to convince himself he wasn't tired. When Natasha paused in the bathroom doorway and glanced back over her shoulder, Steve hopped off the bed and followed her in. He wasn't tired anymore.